Lord Bonesbreath and Lord Treedeath have corrupted the enchanted forest. It dies slowly but surely. As you guzzle your beer and toss your dice this news barely distracts you until....your drunken jester trips over the last barrel of fine unicorn wine and laughingly says....who shall get the last horn for soon with the corruption of the forest.......there will be no more corn and no new wines born. With a swift kick in his rump, you summon your armies.......the corruption of the wine must be stopped......it's time for war!
